Baby for the Bosshole

Emmett Lasker is impossible to work for. He might be model handsome and stupidly wealthy, but he also has it out for me. He’s given me more last-minute and weekend requests than anyone else, ruining any plans I make. I should quit. And I will. Just as soon as I hit my two-year anniversary and earn out my signing bonus. But after a particularly awful day at work, a breakup (via text!), and my computer crashing, I’ve had enough! So at 11:59 Friday night, I barge into Emmett’s office to tell him what I really think of him. Only, that’s not what happens. AT ALL. There’s something about finding your ridiculously hot boss in a compromising position, moaning your name, that can derail a girl’s best intentions. And now? I’m pregnant. He wants to “do the right thing” and marry me. Yeah. That’s never gonna happen.